Morning came too soon.
Elara woke wrapped in Logan's arms. His face was peaceful in sleep. Younger. Less dangerous.
She traced the scar on his jaw. Wondered how he got it. Realized how little she actually knew about him.
Her husband.
God, that word still felt unreal.
His eyes opened. Focused on her immediately. "Hi."
"Hi."
"Regrets?" His voice was rough with sleep.
"Too many to count."
He winced. "Fair."
A knock at the door made them both tense.
"Elara?" Christian's voice. "We need to talk."
Logan's arms tightened around her. Possessive. "Tell him to go away."
"He won't."
"Then I'll make him."
She touched his face. "That'll make things worse."
"Things can't get worse."
Another knock. More insistent.
Elara sighed. Pulled away from Logan's warmth. Found a robe. "Give me a m
